Thursday, May 9, 2013

Killing Me Softly..

Tryst with men had not been a new phenomenon for her. But there was something in the way he'd look up while sipping his drink, as their eyes met and time would pause. 

His gaze stripped her off to the very bones, sending shivers down her spine. The very thought of it left her palpitating, as she found herself yearning to touch his skin right along the vein in his arm and see him quiver. 

She was ready to become a nomad, traveling wherever the river took her, the quest to seek and unravel, what lay hidden, unexplored and virgin.

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